Reader POV:
"Ben are you okay?" I ask Ben with a shake in my voice. He didn't respond just started lowly growling, before I knew it I was being tackled to the ground as I tumble out of the deadheads quickly with a stinging sensation on my face.
Many of the gladers rushed to me and pulled Ben away, I was walked to the med hut to get my cut checked out and fixed up. I got some medical tape on my scar after it was cleaned, Newt was still sleeping to my knowledge because it was his day off.
After I was cleaned up I headed off to the deadheads again to think about what happened. I once again heard a twig snap, after what happened last time is hot up off the log that I was sat on.
"Relax love it's just me," I saw a newt with his hands up.
"Oh sorry," I mumbled. He came and sat besides me on the log. He looked over at me then had a surprised look on his face.
"What happened?" He asked while grazing his thumb over my new wound, his hand lightly cupping my face.
"It's nothing just-"
"No Y/N it's not nothing he said bringing my gaze back to him. "Who did this," he growled.
"Ben was stung," I whispered, that's all he needed to go off looking for the stung runner. I chased after him not wanting him to get into trouble.
"Newt it's fine!" He didn't stop till he got to the edge of the deadheads looking at the group of gladers pushing Ben out of the maze. I looked over at newt, scared that one day that might be one of us.
"We got to get out of here," I whispered, he put his arm around me and whispered back:
"I know, soon,"
